"Weekend?" The beautiful woman who had been pinched on the weekend widened her eyes, "You are the boss of the Chai Dao League, the owner of the soon-to-open Baby Hotel?" ”

"You know me?" The weekend is very curious, but it is no wonder that he is now the boss of the entire Cannes underground, and the various marketing advertisements of the soon-to-be-opened Baby Hotel are also overwhelming, and the White Dragon Nightclub is an industry under the name of the former White Dragon Club, and it is not unusual for these people to know that the weekend is not unusual.

"Ahh Led by the beautiful woman who was touched on the ass on the weekend, almost all the female greeters showed nympho looks, "Boss Zhou, we all love you so much, I heard that the Baby Hotel is recruiting female greeters, you see our ......"

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......" Weekend cleared his throat, his eyes never left these cow-like beauties half a step in his chest, he said like a local tyrant, "If you have ideas, you can apply, as long as you have the ability, our baby hotel is very welcome." ”

"Boss Zhou, what are you looking for our Yan Dong, I'll take you there?"

After knowing the identity of the weekend, the attitude of the women towards the weekend took a big turn, and the beautiful woman who had just been touched by the weekend even took the initiative to ask Ying to take the weekend to see Yan Dong.

"King Yan Luo is your chairman?" As I walked all the way to the office, I casually asked the lady to greet me on the weekend.

"Yes, Dong Yan is our boss here, and he is also the chairman of the White Dragon Group Company, we all call him Dong Yan."

"Then Yang Jingtian ......" asked tentatively over the weekend.

"Yang Dong is just the deputy director of Bailong Group, to put it bluntly, he is a part-time worker." Obviously, this female greeter had a very bad impression of Yang Jingtian, when it came to Yang Jingtian, she was originally as cheerful as a little sparrow, and she immediately had a gloomy face, "That bastard knows that he abuses his power and bullies our sisters all day long, and almost all of our sisters in the White Dragon Nightclub have slept with him......"

"Oh, that's it!" Until the end of the week.

Now that the weekend is a good idea, Yang Jingtian is not only the acting boss of the White Dragon Club, but also a part-time worker in the White Dragon Group. Since King Yan Luo is above Yang Jingtian, it is very likely that King Yan Luo is the behind-the-scenes boss of the former White Dragon Society. As soon as he thought of this possibility, he felt that the weekend felt that he, the underground boss of Cannes, was actually not sitting safely, and whether the White Dragon Society had been destroyed should also be a big question mark.

The White Dragon Nightclub is very strict with its employees, and each employee has his own position, like this female receptionist who took the weekend to find Yan Luowang, it was actually a foul, so she just brought the weekend to the office door of the White Dragon Nightclub.

The office area of the White Dragon Nightclub is on the top floor, and compared with the hustle and bustle downstairs, it is obviously a lot quieter, like two worlds, with white floors and white walls, spotless.

The big glass door of the office was open, and when he stood at the door on the weekend, he saw rows and rows of computer desks in the office, but no one was there, and just when he was puzzled, someone behind him suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" You must know that Lu Dao, the dark energy cultivation on the weekend has reached its critical peak, and he can also sense whether there are mosquitoes around him when he falls asleep in the middle of the night, which shows the strength of his consciousness.

But he didn't feel the person who patted him on the shoulder from behind, and it shocked him.

What's more, it's so quiet here, how can the other party not even have the sound of walking?

So, in an instant, the weekend felt like danger was coming!

Suddenly, the hand he had in his trouser pocket suddenly turned into a palm and turned around and slapped it at the person who patted him on the shoulder.

The weird thing is that his slap is empty, and when he looks back, there is not even a ghost behind him, where is there anyone?

Looking at the end of the quiet corridor, the weekend felt a lot of pressure, and the pressure of fighting against Hua Yulou at the beginning was not as strong as it is now.

"There must be something wrong with that hostess, she brought me here on purpose!"

The weekend's thoughts are racing.

"It's just a female welcomer, how can you know the relationship between Yang Jingtian and King Yan Luo?"

Thinking about it this way, I felt even more furious in my heart on the weekend, it was obvious that whether it was King Yan Luo who took the initiative to ask him to meet or the female greeter who took the initiative to bring him here, it was the other party's intentional arrangement.

As for the other party's intentions, I can't figure it out for a while on the weekend.

Just as he was lost in thought, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang. On the weekend, I thought it was King Yan Luo calling, but I didn't even look at the number and answered directly.

The call was from Dulong, and he said in a very anxious tone on the phone: "Boss, someone anonymously paid a million dollars to buy your life on the bloody network......

After listening to Dulong's words, the weekend seemed to have captured some useful information, he was not afraid, and even the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and after a pause, he asked Dulong: "Do you know who the killer who took this task is?" ”

"The killer who took this task is also anonymous, but I'm sure that the person who can take this task will definitely not be ranked low on the "International Killer Ranking", after all, the secret thing you have is already an open secret in the killer world."

"Okay, I've got it!" After saying this, the weekend hung up.

Although he didn't know from Dulong over the weekend about the buyer who bid a million dollars to kill him and the killer who took the task, he had already guessed about his current situation.

No matter who the buyer is, the person who suddenly slapped him just now must be a killer!

The reason why he hung up the phone in a hurry on the weekend was precisely because he sensed the presence of the killer's aura, his eyes fell on the end of the corridor, quietly, a used A4 paper moved without wind, and it was still rolling in the air at this time.

"Friend, show up, don't force me to make a move!"

Looking at the flying A4 paper on the weekend, Yun said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strong wind in front of him, and he even felt that there was a deadly dagger hidden in this strong wind, and he arrived at the door of his face in an instant.

"Humph!" Weekend snorted coldly and immediately waved a sharp palm.

Syllable!

Although the slap was in the void, there was a crisp sound.

At the same time, a man in a black suit suddenly appeared in front of the weekend, so short that he was almost crippled by more than one meter and a half, and his body was thin, like a monkey.

At this time, he still maintained a tiptoe posture, because he had to tiptoe to cut Weekend's throat with the Morihan dagger in his hand.

The weekend's slap was on the shoulder of his monkey-like man, and it was the shoulder of the other man holding the dagger.

The force of the palm was so strong that the dagger, which had been able to cut the throat of the weekend, was lifted off the ground because of the man's retreat.

Although the man was short, he moved very fast, and after receiving a slap on the weekend, he turned around and fled ten paces away, leaving behind a visible afterimage.

Obviously, after being slapped by the weekend, his strange body style was affected, otherwise, he would have been silent and without a trace when he ran, and it would not have been possible to leave these afterimages.

"Still want to run?" Seeing that the other party had fled ten paces away, and was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, he let out a loud shout, bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, and threw it with all his might.

Shout!

Like an arrow breaking through the air, the cold dagger had stabbed the man's vest in the blink of an eye.

A look of pain flashed on the man's face, and he caught a glimpse of a glass window beside him, and under the glass window was the main road, he gritted his teeth and jumped out directly, his body shattered the glass, and the glass stars flew everywhere.

At the end of the week, I had already reached the window, and when I looked down, there was no movement below the third floor, pedestrians were still hurrying by, and the horns of the cars were still making unbearable noise.

Only a few seconds passed between the time the man jumped out of the window and the time he showed up at the window on the weekend.

If you want to say that the man who assassinated him has fallen to the ground in these few seconds and then hid in the shadows, the weekend believes it, but the weekend will not believe that the man fell to the ground and there is no movement at all.

It is clear that the man did not fall to the ground.

Weekend subconsciously glanced downstairs, there was a rain shelter eaves under the window, and there was a dark shadow there.

"Hehe......" Weekend pretended not to see the man hiding there, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and then he sighed deliberately, "Alas, I actually let this killer escape, it's a pity!" ”

By the time he said this, Weekend had turned his back to the window.

At this moment, King Yan Luo appeared from the elevator, dressed in a silver-gray straight suit, holding a tall cigar cigarette in his hand, followed by eight bodyguards in black suits.

"Huh?" Seeing Zhou Zhou standing next to the window in the corridor, and the window pane fragments were scattered all over the ground, a strange look flashed in Yan Luowang's eyes, and he looked at Zhou Zhou with disdain in his eyes, "Why are you here, how long have you been here?" ”

"Just arrived!" Weekend's eyes were staring at King Yan Luo, he tried to see something from King Yan Luo's eyes, but in King Yan Luo's eyes, there was no color at all except disdain and annoyance for his weekend.

Isn't he the one behind the murder of me who paid a million dollars?

Weekend was suspicious.

"You broke the windowpane?" When King Yan Luo said this, the reproach in his tone was very strong, but he didn't say anything about making compensation for the weekend.

"Sort of!" I didn't want to make unnecessary explanations over the weekend, so I replied lightly.

"Come with me!" After Yan Luo Wang finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the huge office full of computer desks with his eight bodyguards.

Weekend nodded slightly, then followed. Before entering the glass door of his office, he subconsciously glanced back at the smashed window.

After passing through the large office, inside is a larger office. Compared with the office shared by more than 30 people outside the door, this office exclusive to King Yan Luo is obviously more luxurious.

After King Yan Luo entered the door, one of the bodyguards had already moved his boss chair, he sat down in the direction of the door, took a shallow puff of the cigar in his hand, and then coldly looked at the weekend that had just walked into the door of this independent office at this time.

"Just stand and speak!"

On the weekend, seeing Yan Luowang, who was sitting in the boss's chair, with his legs crossed to deal with him, he couldn't help but glance at the office, and there was a row of luxurious Western-style sofas not far away.

"It's too tiring to stand and talk!" When I said this on the weekend, I walked casually towards the row of sofas.

Seeing this, the eight bodyguards behind King Yan Luo came up to meet one of them and blocked his way.

Although these two bodyguards are dressed in black suits, their strong bodies can't hide the eyes of the weekend.

"Our boss tells you to stand and talk, you have to stand and talk!" One of the bodyguards glared at the weekend with those fierce eyes and said in a cold tone.

"What if I say no?" Weekend half-jokingly replied.